TRANSCRIBED FROM THE POCAHONTAS STAR HERALD OCTBER 25, 1918, P. 3
Sunday Oct, 5, 1918
Dear Sister Anna:
Have been writing letters all afternoon, so won’t stop until I write home. I thought I would get a letter from home today, but nix. I received two of the Pocahontas papers however. Am still in quarantine, but everybody is getting better. Have not had any typhoid shots. When we do of course we will be sick again. I was a K. P. aviator again today and believe me I get my share of chicken dressing, pudding and cake. One boy wrote home to his mother that he was a K. P. and his mother not knowing exactly what he meant, wrote back like this: “Son you want to be good to the men under your charge, remember you were a private once.” How’s that? He was a K. P. for punishment and his duty was to manicure potatoes.
We had a big track meet yesterday. Our company carried off mots money. We are going to paint this place red when we get out. I have some mighty good friends among the boys here. I put out a big washing last night. It is still on the line and I am afraid to go look at it for fear it is a bum job. But it is the best we can do.
Kid, you should see my mustache it is some fuzzy. All Frenchmen here wear them. It is now almost time to fall out for retreat, so much get ready. Write us, Bill and I, often, nothing more to write, so goodbye and love to all.
From your Bud,
Henry
3rd Co., Camp Martin, New Orleans
NOTES: This letter was written by Henry DeClerk.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON
Sunday Oct, 5, 1918
Dear Sister Anna:
Have been writing letters all afternoon, so won’t stop until I write home. I thought I would get a letter from home today, but nix. I received two of the Pocahontas papers however. Am still in quarantine, but everybody is getting better. Have not had any typhoid shots. When we do of course we will be sick again. I was a K. P. aviator again today and believe me I get my share of chicken dressing, pudding and cake. One boy wrote home to his mother that he was a K. P. and his mother not knowing exactly what he meant, wrote back like this: “Son you want to be good to the men under your charge, remember you were a private once.” How’s that? He was a K. P. for punishment and his duty was to manicure potatoes.
We had a big track meet yesterday. Our company carried off mots money. We are going to paint this place red when we get out. I have some mighty good friends among the boys here. I put out a big washing last night. It is still on the line and I am afraid to go look at it for fear it is a bum job. But it is the best we can do.
Kid, you should see my mustache it is some fuzzy. All Frenchmen here wear them. It is now almost time to fall out for retreat, so much get ready. Write us, Bill and I, often, nothing more to write, so goodbye and love to all.
From your Bud,
Henry
3rd Co., Camp Martin, New Orleans
NOTES: This letter was written by Henry DeClerk.
TRANSCRIBED BY MIKE POLSTON